kisses on those ugly fetters.'

'Methinks they are gold.'

They were silent. Schirene drew Alroy to his rough seat, and gently
placing herself on his knees, threw her arms round his neck, and buried
her face in his breast. After a few minutes she raised her head, and
whispered in his ear in irresistible accents of sweet exultation, 'We
shall be free to-morrow!'

'To-morrow! is the trial so near?' exclaimed the captive, with an
agitated voice and changing countenance. 'To-morrow!' He threw Schirene
aside somewhat hastily, and sprang from his seat. 'To-morrow! would it
were over! To-morrow! Methinks there is within that single word the fate
of ages! Shall it be said to-morrow that Alroy---- Hah! what art thou
that risest now before me? Dread, mighty spirit, thou hast come in time
to save me from perdition. Take me to thy bosom, 'tis not stabbed. They
did not stab thee. Thou seest me here communing with thy murderers. What
then? I am innocent. Ask them, dread ghost, and call upon their fiendish
souls to say I am pure. They would make me dark as themselves, but shall
not.'

'Honain, Honain!' exclaimed the Princess in a terrible whisper as she
flew to the Physician. 'He is wild again. Calm him, calm him. Mark! how
he stands with his extended arms, and fixed vacant eyes, muttering most
awful words! My spirit fails me. It is too fearful.'

The Physician advanced and stood by the side of Alroy, but in vain
attempted to catch his attention. He ventured to touch his arm. The
Prince started, turned round, and recognising him, exclaimed in a
shrieking voice, 'Off, fratricide!'

Honain recoiled, pale and quivering. Schirene sprang to his arm. 'What
said he, Honain? Thou dost not speak. I never saw thee pale before. Art
thou, too, mad?'

'Would I were!'

'All men are growing wild. I am sure he said something. I pray thee tell
me what was it?'

'Ask him.'

'I dare not. Tell me, tell me, Honain!'

'That I dare not.'

'Was it a word?'

'Ay! a word to wake the dead. Let us begone.'

'Without our end? Coward! I'll speak to him. My own Alroy,' sweetly
whispered the Princess, as she advanced before him.

'What, has the fox left the tigress! Is't so, eh? Are there no
judgments? Are the innocent only haunted? I am innocent! I did not
strangle thee! He said rightly, "Beware, beware! they who did this may
do even feller deeds." And here they are quick at their damned work.
Thy body suffered, great Jabaster, but me they woul